Looking back on life in the countryside

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Living in the bustling city, the hectic pace of life and immense work pressure leave me breathless. Between the daily grind of shuttling between work and home, a fleeting moment of leisure makes me yearn for the life I had in the countryside.
As I've mentioned in other stories, rural life is essentially a kind of impoverished simplicity—no hustle and bustle, no constant change, no deceit, and certainly no life-or-death struggles. There is only peace and tranquility, coupled with enduring poverty. If you wish, you can live a leisurely life, reaching the ancient ideal of "a gentleman steadfast in poverty." In this environment, I spent a wonderful adolescence, including my sexual experiences.
During my youth, wandering alone in the fields was my greatest hobby. Besides the fun of stealing sweet potatoes and raiding bird nests, I sometimes had unexpected surprises, such as glimpsing others' privacy or even sexual activity. At that time, I was filled with curiosity and impulse towards sex and the opposite sex. After one accidental glimpse, I became fascinated by this wondrous activity.
That time, I was wandering alone in the rice paddies. The summer sun beat down fiercely on the ground, evaporating waves of heat and the fragrance of earth. It was the season when the rice was heading and flowering, and the seedlings had already grown to my chest height—I was quite short then, and I could easily hide among the dense rice plants if I bent down. A relatively wide path ran alongside the paddies, a main access route. Many red crabs swam in the deep irrigation ditches beside the path. I stood in the water, trying to catch a couple to play with, when I heard two women's voices. It was midday, and I was quite puzzled: people were already working in the fields right after lunch. Rural women have loud voices, so I could hear their conversation from afar.
"Looks like this year's harvest is pretty good!" one of them said. "Your rice has already headed, right?"
"Yes. But even with so many people in our family, we're not as well off as yours," another voice said. "And your husband works in the brigade, so he gets a food ration."
"But we have one less plot of land, and working in the brigade doesn't really bring in much income."
"More land means more hard work. In short, what future is there in farming?"
As they spoke, their voices drew closer to me. I recognized them as being from our brigade. The one whose husband worked in the brigade was called Sister Lan, and the other was called Jin Di. Both of them had married into our village from a neighboring village called Xiaozhuang. Coincidentally, their assigned plots were adjacent, and they were both hardworking people, so they went to work in the fields after lunch. The worst part was that my mother knew them, and I was terrified they would find me playing here alone. If they told my mother, I knew I would get a good beating. So, I didn't care about getting dirty anymore and quickly hid behind the tall grass beside the ditch, watching them slowly approach. Both of them were carrying hoes and other tools, seemingly heading to the fields to work. Luckily, the grass was thick and dense, and I was small and thin, plus the rice paddies provided cover, so they probably wouldn't find me.
Suddenly, Sister Lan stopped.
"What's wrong?" Jin Di asked, "Did you forget that thing?"
"No, no," Sister Lan's voice lowered, sounding a little nervous, "My period seems to have started, probably around the next few days."
"Did you bring anything with you?"
"Yes. Actually, I wanted to wear it when I went out, but it's stuffy and uncomfortable."
At that moment, I couldn't understand what the two women were talking about at all—what "that thing" meant, what "that thing" meant—I just felt that Sister Lan seemed to have encountered some trouble, as if she needed to resolve it immediately.
Just then, I heard Sister Lan say, "Jindi, you go first. I'll do it here while no one's around, otherwise I'll get my pants dirty."
"Okay," Jindi said, and walked away first. When she passed where I was hiding, I didn't dare to breathe, afraid of being discovered.
Sister Lan put her tools down by the roadside and carefully looked around again. Standing in the bushes on the opposite side of the road (it was only about 7 or 8 feet away), with her back to me, she squatted down while taking off her pants. A big, white, round, smooth buttock was exposed, so dazzling in the afternoon sun! Two large, fleshy buttocks formed a deep slit, the color of which was darker near the anus, a reddish-brown. Further ahead, two thick labia (I didn't know at the time that these were called labia) were clamped together, with some curly hair growing on them. Sister Lan squatted down and began to urinate, making a "whoosh" sound from her buttocks. A gush of white urine sprayed out from between her two thick fleshy mounds, bending the leaves of the roadside weeds and reflecting the intense sunlight, shimmering dazzlingly.
I saw the whole process clearly and was immediately shocked by the sight before me. This was the first time I had ever seen the private parts of a mature woman's body so clearly, and it was so different from any of the young girls I had ever seen before! My whole body began to tremble slightly, and my heart felt like it was about to jump out of my chest!
Sister Lan was completely unaware of anything unusual behind her and continued to urinate, making soft breathing sounds, seemingly enjoying it. Soon she was almost finished—the urine was no longer spraying continuously, but rather shooting out in segments, each time with a "whoosh" sound, until finally the urine became drops, dripping down her anus and the edge of her thick flesh. Suddenly, Sister Lan twisted her waist, shaking her buttocks up and down a few times, trying to shake off the remaining urine. Her large, white buttocks swayed in the sunlight, almost reflecting light towards me; I was dazzled.
Then, Sister Lan pulled something from her pocket and unfolded it. Upon closer inspection, I saw it was a long, narrow object, one side seemingly made of pink plastic, the other of checkered fabric, with thin strings attached to both ends. While I was wondering what it was, I saw Sister Lan pull out a stack of toilet paper—also pink (this kind of rough toilet paper was the most common in those days, at least in my village). She pulled out a little and wiped her urinated area, then examined the paper carefully, muttering, "It doesn't seem like it's my period. I'll put it on." She folded the remaining toilet paper into a long strip and clipped it to the object she had just taken out. Then, something strange happened! Lan placed the entire thing down to her genitals, gently pressing down the edges to make it fit better. Then, somehow, she wrapped the ropes around her waist and buttocks a few times, securing the object firmly to her body, covering her genitals.
Oh, so she was going to wear this. I thought to myself, "This looks a bit like a baby's diaper. Does Lan, at her age, still wet the bed?" Later, when I grew up, I learned that it was called a menstrual belt—a sanitary product that was once popular among women throughout China, almost forgotten even by girls!
After finishing these things, Lan quickly pulled up her pants, tidied herself up a bit, picked up her tools, and chased after Jindi.
Watching Lan's departing figure, I couldn't calm down for a long time. I couldn't remember what I did for the rest of the afternoon. That ordinary afternoon, fate opened another door in my life, revealing an unknown world I had never explored before!
From that afternoon onward, I consciously sought out similar opportunities to satisfy my curiosity. After several attempts, I discovered that sugarcane fields and cornfields were the two best places to spy. In these places, it was easy to hide, and it was also relatively easy to catch the desired sights—because everyone would think no one could see them. My experience in the rice paddy was a matter of chance, and besides, as I grew taller, it was no longer possible to hide so easily among the rice plants.
Some young couples often engaged in small acts or even made love in the fields after work, and these naturally became my main targets for spying. Among them, a young couple from the Li family was the one I saw most often.
The young couple, the man named Li Xidong, were only in their early twenties at the time, and we called him Brother Dong; the woman's name was something like Huang, she married into the family from a neighboring village, and everyone called her Sister-in-law Dong. Brother Dong was one of the few young men in our production team who had some education and knew a bit about numbers, so everyone elected him to be the team's bookkeeper. Whenever any allocated supplies came in, Brother Dong was responsible for assisting the team leader in registering, calculating, and organizing receipts. Unlike those who worked in the brigade, Brother Dong didn't do these things full-time; he also had his own plot of land to manage. I thought Brother Dong was a very capable young man at the time. He was very impressive when distributing supplies, worked quickly in the fields, and had a beautiful wife. To be honest, Brother Dong and Sister-in-law Dong had been married for less than a year and didn't have children yet. The young couple had very strong desires, even in the fields, especially in the sugarcane fields where others wouldn't easily see them.
Actually, the first time I secretly watched Brother Dong and his wife in the sugarcane field, I only saw Sister-in-law Dong urinating. It was almost evening, and they were weeding. I watched them for a long time through the dense sugarcane bushes, but saw nothing. All I could hear was their conversation about the peanut harvest and the need to spray pesticides on the sugarcane—it was all quite boring. Just as I was about to quietly leave, a sentence spoken by Sister Dong in a low voice instantly excited me.
"Ah Dong, I need to pee." Those were Sister Dong's exact words, and I still remember them clearly.
Brother Dong continued, "Then pee here."
"Won't anyone be around?" Sister Dong cautiously looked around. My heart started racing again. If Brother Dong found out I was hiding here, I'd be in big trouble.
"Nobody's here!" Dong-ge said confidently. "Only the Sun family and we came to work in the sugarcane field today. Their land is far away from ours!"
So Dong-sao walked to the side and pulled down her pants within Dong-ge's line of sight. Because I was positioned slightly to the side this time, I caught a glimpse of Dong-sao's crotch: sparse, curly hair grew on her mons pubis, and below the center of the mons pubis, a slit stretched between her thighs—completely different from a man's. Dong-sao squatted down, her legs slightly apart, and a stream of water quickly gushed from between her legs. Due to my low position and poor lighting, I couldn't see the specifics of Dong-sao urinating this time, but based on my previous experience with Lan-jie, I could already imagine the urine shooting from Dong-sao's crotch. Coupled with the distinctive "hissing" sound of a woman urinating, I entered a state of extreme excitement and ecstasy.
Later, I figured out a pattern: women, especially married women who had children, usually urinate once or twice while working in the fields all morning or afternoon. With enough patience, you could definitely observe them.
After Dong's wife finished urinating, it gradually got dark, and they started packing up their tools to go home.
"I'm so tired. I need a good rest tonight. I'll come back tomorrow morning to weed the rest of the weeds, and then I'll go to the rice paddies to weed in the afternoon," Dong said.
Dong's wife didn't object: "Okay."
It seemed I'd have to come back tomorrow too. Only after they were far away did I dare stand up, brush the dirt off my clothes, and go home.
The next morning, Dong and his wife were indeed working in the sugarcane field again. This time, I didn't rush to wait near them immediately. Instead, I wandered around the area for a while before slowly moving to their sugarcane field, finding a good observation point to hide and wait. Generally, women urinate before going to work in the fields; going too early just means waiting idly.
Around 10 a.m., Dong Ge and his wife finally stopped using their tools, sat down to rest for a while, and had some water.
"Almost done. It looks like we can finish in another hour or so," Dong Ge said, wiping the sweat from his forehead and drinking water. "After weeding and applying some fertilizer, the sugarcane harvest is basically secured."
"Then we should go to the rice paddies to weed this afternoon. Do you think we can finish in three days?" Dong Sao added.
"I think so," Dong Ge suddenly patted Dong Sao's shoulder. "Hey, wife, are you tired?"
"Not really," Dong Sao shook her head. "I did this kind of work just fine when I was at home."
"Hehe!" Dong Ge chuckled, then whispered, "Things are different when you're at home! Back then, you went to bed right after dinner. Did you go to bed after dinner last night?"
At this, Dong Sao's face flushed slightly, looking a little shy. "How dare you ask! It's all your fault for keeping me up!" Her voice was even lower than Dong Ge's.
I was a little confused. Why hadn't they slept well last night?
"How about..." Dong-ge said, glancing around, then whispered something in Dong-sao's ear. I couldn't hear what he was saying at all, only noticing that Dong-sao's face flushed even more, and her head lowered.
"Here! This is bad!" Dong-sao's voice suddenly rang out. "What if someone sees us? We'll be so embarrassed!"
"Shh! Keep your voice down." Dong-ge put his index finger to his lips. "If you're so loud, they might really come."
"No, no!" Dong-sao shook her head repeatedly. "Anyway, this isn't good."
"Don't worry. Yesterday, Old Sun's family was working in the fields, but today it's just the two of us. If you don't believe me, listen carefully, is there anyone else?" Dong-ge said. Dong-
sao listened carefully to the sounds around them. I was also very nervous, holding my breath, afraid to make a sound. After a while, Sister Dong said, "It seems there's really no one else."
"I knew it!" The older brother became even more confident, and suddenly reached for Sister Dong's chest. "Then let's do it."
"Don't be in such a hurry." Sister Dong pushed his hand away. "I need to pee first."
"I really don't understand why you women all like to come to work with a pee in your mouth."
"I'm not talking to you anymore."
So Sister Dong peed right under Brother Dong's nose, just like yesterday. This time, because it was close to noon, the light was much better than yesterday evening, and I was able to see Sister Dong's urination site clearly. Her vulva was very different from Sister Lan's: although the two labia were not as thick as Sister Lan's, the color was relatively lighter, close to the color of the skin at the root of the thigh. There was not much hair, making it look more tender. The color of the cleft was bright red, and it was slightly open under the impact of the urine, with small pieces of flesh peeking out from inside.
At this moment, I turned to look at Dong Ge. I thought he wouldn't be interested in the sight of a woman urinating, but to my surprise, he had also squatted down and was intently watching his wife urinate, even more focused than I was.
"Wife," Dong Ge suddenly spoke, "pull that open with your hands. I want to see carefully how it comes out."
"You bad man!" Dong Sao scolded, but her hands obediently reached down to her crotch and pulled the labia apart. Inside the labia, on each side, were thin pieces of flesh, like small leaves, pressed together, and further inside was a moist, bright red piece of tender flesh, from which urine was gushing out! Most remarkably, below the urine was a slightly open opening! What was this opening for? Urinating? No, because the urine clearly didn't come out from there. —So, a woman's urination site has two openings!
Sister Dong was almost finished urinating, because I saw the urine come out in segments, as if she was squeezing it out forcefully. And with this movement, her labia and vaginal opening moved open and closed, as if they were talking—it was incredibly alluring!
My little brother was already swollen and hard from the scene, pressing against the ground. Brother Dong seemed to be in the same boat, because his hips were also bulging, and his hand was about to reach for Sister Dong's urination spot.
Seeing this, Sister Dong slapped Brother Dong's hand: "What's the rush? She hasn't even wiped her pee yet, it's dirty!"
"Don't worry, I kissed it last night," Brother Dong said, letting out a "hehe" sound.
"I meant your hands are dirty! Not here." Sister Dong stood up, pulling up her pants.
"Let's do it." Brother Dong couldn't hold back any longer. He grabbed Sister Dong from behind and began to rub her breasts.
Sister Dong let out a soft "Ah," her body went limp, and her hands fell down. The pants she had just been holding loosened and fell to the ground with a thud. Two snow-white thighs were exposed, and I was able to observe Sister Dong's hairy mons pubis and the cleft again. After Brother Dong's hands roamed over her breasts for a while, they quickly moved to her mons pubis, gently caressing it. He even extended his middle finger and slowly inserted it into the cleft, sliding and rubbing it in
and out. "How come Brother Dong doesn't even find it dirty to touch Sister Dong's private parts?" I wondered. Just then, Brother Dong suddenly pulled out his middle finger and examined it closely. Under the midday sun, his finger was wet and reflected a dazzling light. I was engrossed in watching when Dong-ge suddenly put his finger in his mouth, smacking it for a while, and said, "Salty, sour, and smelly! It tastes really good!"
Seeing Dong-ge's actions, Dong-sao blushed with embarrassment and whispered, "So dirty! Putting it in your mouth to eat! How disgusting..."
Dong-ge chuckled, ignoring how red Dong-sao's face was, and put one hand on her vulva. This time, he slipped his palm between Dong-sao's slightly parted thighs, covering her entire genital area and pressing and kneading it back and forth. Sometimes he would pinch and knead the small fleshy ridge at the top of the cleft with two fingers. His other hand slipped inside Dong-sao's clothes from her waist and continued to rub her breasts.
Under Dong-ge's repeated caresses, Dong-sao's face became increasingly red, and her breathing became more and more rapid. The two seemed to have entered a state of complete absorption!
After a round of caresses, both of them were incredibly excited, their faces growing increasingly red, their breathing becoming heavier and heavier. At this moment, Dong-ge released his hand from Dong-sao's mons pubis and made a few movements around his waist—presumably unbuckling his belt, because I saw his pants had also come down. Dong-ge's legs were quite white, though his calves and thighs were covered in a lot of dark hair. As they moved, I clearly saw Dong-ge's penis emerge from the thicket of dark hair. It was a huge, hard, and erect penis! The entire penis was dark reddish-black, appearing vibrant in the shimmering light of the sugarcane field. Dong-ge
had Dong-sao bend over in the direction I was hiding, and he played with her behind her back for a while. Suddenly, I heard Dong-sao let out an "Ah!" and then I saw Dong-ge twist his waist, thrusting back and forth. With these rhythmic movements, Sister Dong gasped for breath, making indistinct sounds like "humming" and "ahhh" from her throat. Because she was just standing there bent over with nothing to support her, she almost lost her balance with each of Brother Dong's forceful thrusts.
Seeing this, I was excited but also worried for Sister Dong, afraid she would fall. Although I couldn't see exactly what Brother Dong was doing, I knew perfectly well that this was what adults often called "fucking." And it must be related to the genitals of men and women; otherwise, why would they take off their pants to do this? At this moment, Brother Dong noticed that Sister Dong was unsteady and stopped, saying to her, "You seem unsteady. Why don't we turn around? You can hold onto the sugarcane for support."
Sister Dong nodded, making a soft "uh" sound, as if she couldn't speak.
Dong Ge then moved away from Dong Sao's buttocks and stood with his back to me. As he turned around, I saw that fleshy thing again. Besides being just as thick and hard as before, it was covered in a sticky liquid, reflecting the sunlight and glistening. Dong Sao also turned around, facing me with her buttocks, holding a sugarcane stalk in each hand, bending over and sticking her snow-white buttocks up. I looked down along her buttocks; her two thick labia were parted, their color so vibrant red, covered in sticky liquid, even the hair on her mons pubis was stuck together. Seeing
that Dong Sao was in position, Dong Ge used his left hand to spread her buttocks apart, and with his right hand holding the fleshy thing, he thrust it into the crevice between her labia, all the way in! Dong Sao let out another "Ah!" At the same time, the leaves at the top of the two sugarcane stalks she was using for support visibly trembled.
Because of the change in direction, I could see it clearly this time: it turned out that Dong Ge was inserting his own penis into Dong Sao's urinary tract! Wait, wasn't there a hole there when Dong Sao parted her labia to urinate? Could it be that he was inserting it into that hole? That hole is so small, and Dong Ge's penis is so big! Just
as I was thinking this, Dong Ge started moving. I saw him thrusting his hips back and forth, his penis rubbing in and out of Dong Sao's labia. Dong Ge was panting heavily as he thrust, while Dong Sao made those strange moaning sounds, and the two sugarcane leaves swayed rhythmically, making a rustling sound.
This continued for quite a while, then suddenly Dong Ge thrust even harder into Dong Sao a few times, desperately pushing his buttocks forward, crying out "Ah! Ah!" Dong Sao's cries also grew louder. After a few thrusts, they both stopped.
After catching their breath, the two took out toilet paper (the pink kind that Sister Lan had used) and wiped themselves clean, put on their pants, worked for a while longer, packed up their tools, and left.
This was the first time I had ever witnessed a married couple making love, and the shock was far greater than anything I had ever experienced before. If the time I accidentally peeked at Sister Lan urinating was like God opening a door for me, then this time, Brother Dong and his wife led me completely inside! In the days that followed, I was no longer the naive little boy I once was.
All told, I only peeked at Brother Dong and his wife making love twice in the sugarcane field, but I saw Sister Dong urinating much more often, probably no less than ten times. Their second time making love was similar to the first, so I won't repeat the description.
While peeping at Brother Dong and his wife making love, driven by immense curiosity, I didn't stop peeping at the other women in the production team. Years later, some of the women in our team whom I had spied on continued the cycle of rural life: having children, raising them, and then having more children; others left the fields to make their way in the city, some for better, some for worse. Sister Lan and Brother Dong in the story are a typical example of the former. And now, with the influx of various urban elements, the countryside is no longer quite like the countryside I remember.

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